I finally succumbed to the bug that I've been fighting all week. I have been around so many sick people lately, but optimistically thought that I'd be immune. Thursday, during intervals on the trainer, I realized that this wasn't the normal fatigue of living la vida loca. Friday morning my throat was sore, I was achy all over and I was pretty crabby. Now I know how Dino has been feeling.
I am disappointed that I probably won't be able to race tomorrow at Merco with Dino, but I see the big picture. I don't like to be a quitter and like to tough things out, but I am thinking differently than I used to. In the past, I would have gone anyway and ended up with bronchitis for a month. A little voice of doubt would have said "Are you really that sick?" Instead of seeing it as quitting (or being a wuss) I think of it more as taking care of the race machine. I want to be healthy for Land Park and Zamora for the 1/2/3 race. All of the hard work and discipline won't amount to anything if I don't get healthy.